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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Vocals
Lawrence Rothman
Lawrence Rothman
Guitar
Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell
Guitar
Jimbo Hart
Jimbo Hart
Bass
Julian Dorio
Julian Dorio
Drums
Maren Morris
Maren Morris
Background Vocals
Peter Levin
Peter Levin
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amanda Shires
Amanda Shires
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lawrence Rothman
Lawrence Rothman
Producer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Recording Engineer
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Recording Engineer
Diana Walsh
Diana Walsh
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You were looking away towards the trees There was a time you used to listen closer to me As close as the air is to the sea So close I could feel you breathe "How we got here?", I'd say quietly As quietly as those same trees grew to shade One day at a time and further away Further and further, further away Now my hands are two empty cups Maybe I was asking for a little too much To keep the newness from wearing off For every start, thеre's gonna be a stop You're lеaving now through the hole of an argument I guess for a while you've been looking for the exit You slammed the door so hard, I still hear rattling spoons The sound of silence rings in every room The last talk left me a makeup rainbow of tears Turned everything blurry, I can't see a thing from here I tried so hard to make myself clear Life can't help but interfere You used to lean in like I was whispering Any excuse to get near again I still miss the way you lean in What happened between now and then And my hands are two empty cups Maybe I was asking for a little too much To keep the newness from wearing off For every start, there's gonna be a stop I was always a sucker for your wrist at my cheek There was a time when I was everything And I tried so hard to make myself clear Somehow life interfered Now my hands are two empty cups Maybe I was asking for a little too much To keep the newness from wearing off For every start, there's gonna be a stop My hands are two empty cups Maybe I was asking for a little too much To keep the newness from wearing off For every start, there's gonna be a stop
Writer(s): Amanda Rose Shires Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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